An Elegy for One Roderick Usher, or 'The Haunted Palace' (Audio)
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- เผยแพร่เมื่อ 24 ธ.ค. 2024
- THIS IS PART OF A SMALL ONLINE-HOUSEKEEPING ENDEAVOUR AFTER THE RELEASE OF MY NEWEST ALBUM 'Gothic Whore, or The Novel Lyric Hunt' IN WHICH PREVIOUSLY UNRELEASED ('contempt.' and 'does it sound familiar?') AND GROUPED (Light & Night, The Mind Electric, Gothic Whore) SONGS ARE TO BE MADE MORE CONVENIENT TO LISTEN TO FOR THOSE WHO LISTEN THROUGH TH-cam.
NOT NEW CONTENT, JUST MORE CONVENIENT VERSIONS OF MY CONTENT FOR SOME.
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Fellers, Mr. Poe made an amazing poem, Mr. Jash made an amazing beat. Oh, time sure is a weird thing.
and over here we the most beautiful title made by chonnothan jashtag himself
Although its way different than the other songs in this album, this has to be my favourite track because it gets across the horror of the original story across so well and makes me shiver every time
HOST:
A round of applause for our good pal Frankenstein!
Oh, settle down, settle down. I know, Frankenstein’s the scientist.
Oh… me? No, no, no, no. Don’t be absurd.
I’ve no tales to tell nor songs to sing.
Well… not of my own.
So how about I regale you with a story of a dear friend of mine?
My name… remains unimportant.
But this is An Elegy for One Roderick Usher, or ‘The Haunted Palace.’
I staggered, as it were, ‘pon yon shambled, pallid house,
not in gait, but in the soul.
So desolate can an image of once proud distinction be
when interned beneath time’s sacramentary toll.
Insufferable, the sight of such a miserable wretch as he;
a friend at once alive and stone-cold dead.
A musician of the string, he compelled his guitar to sing
and at last - and for the first - I heard such frightful, dreadful, doleful, dismal,
intensely conscious dread.
He said:
RODERICK:
“In the greenest of our valleys
By good angels tenanted,
Once a fair and stately palace -
Radiant palace - reared its head.
In the monarch Thought’s dominion -
It stood there!
Never seraph spread a pinion
Over fabric half so fair.”
HOST:
Madeline. O, poor Madeline. Such an anguished visage worn;
a depression deeply soaked and yet so fresh.
Ever will the memory of the pair of kin forlorn
stake its claim upon my being; on my flesh.
My pal and I, we mused, we dined.
We spoke and laughed - or at least we tried,
but we all know now, time’s never been our friend.
Merely days passed us by. Madeline passed. Roderick cried.
Thinking back, it must be then the name of ‘Usher’ met its end.
RODERICK:
“Banners yellow, glorious, golden,
On its roof did float and flow;
(This - all this - was in the olden
Time long ago)
And every gentle air that dallied,
In that sweet day,
Along the ramparts plumed and pallid,
A winged odor went away.
Wanderers in that happy valley
Through two luminous windows saw
Spirits moving musically
To a lute’s well-tunéd law,
Round about a throne, where sitting
(Porphyrogene!)
In state his glory well befitting,
The ruler of the realm was seen.”
HOST:
Encoffined; lain entombed ‘neath the mansion she once knew,
Lady Madeline seemed naught but full of life.
Such, I’ve heard is the irony of the cataleptic’s rue:
a corpse that conceals the living’s strife.
But I admit, from that night forward, comfort seldom graced my heart,
till one dark night had wrung my senses warped and wry.
In my folly, I’d thought a story could act to soothe my hysteric friend and I.
Even then, I knew it futile, but I’d be damned if I could not at least try.
RODERICK:
“And all with pearl and ruby glowing
Was the fair palace door,
Through which came flowing, flowing, flowing,
And sparkling evermore,
A troop of Echoes, whose sweet duty
Was but to sing,
In voices of surpassing beauty,
The wit and wisdom of their king.”
HOST:
And Ethelred, drunkened; full of might
sought the hermit and sought to find a fight,
and so he wrenched and ripped through the wooden screen with strength befit him.
But the champion stood enraged; amazed
to find flaring scales and tongue ablaze,
and a shield of shining brass, legend enwritten:
“Who entereth herein, a conqueror hath bin;
Who slayeth the dragon, the shield he shall win;”
And as the legend was fulfilled,
Ethelred’s ears were at once filled
with shriek so horrid and harsh; such piercing din.
Bolstered by success, Ethelred gloried in excess,
kicked the carcass out path to his new boon.
But tarry not did it,
and instead, silver floor it hit
and let a mighty, ringing screech pervade the room.
Now, skeptical am I of things called ‘paranormal.’
Or at least, back then, that was the case.
But as the sounds described on page became choral,
I saw hysteria painted on his face,
looking past my eye, not far beyond me.
Just as he screamed, she sought her brother.
And not seconds later, they lie, two lifeless bodies,
each dead and decayed as the other.
I fled, afraid and aghast,
and watched a crack begin to tear.
None but I can say in truth they bore witness
to the fall of the House of Usher.
“But evil things, in robes of sorrow,
Assailed the monarch’s high estate;
(Ah, let us mourn, for never morrow
Shall dawn upon him, desolate!)
And, round about his home, the glory
That blushed and bloomed
Is but a dim-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.
And travellers now within that valley,
Through the red-litten windows, see
Vast forms that move fantastically
To a discordant melody;
While, like a rapid ghastly river,
Through the pale door,
A hideous throng rush out forever,
And laugh - but smile no more.”
Ghrhrhrhrhr this is so extremely underrated once you read the actual book 🗣️🗣️🗣️
i always enjoyed the instrumental of this one.. slight minecraft vibes
I love how this song sounds almost like a waltz.
THIS SONG IS SO GOOD WTF 😭😭 one of my favs
This song still stands as one of my favorite CJ songs. I didn't like it on my first listen due to the pacing, but once I really listened and read the lyrics, I began to love it. It really stands out among his other works, and it's such a well-crafted piece.
JASH JUMPSCAREEE
Thinking about prayin to this
All roderick lines
1:35
2:50
4:26
All haunted palace lines:
1:35
"In the greenest of our valleys
By good angels tenanted,
Once a fair and stately palace-
Radiant palace-reared its head.
In the monarch Thought’s dominion,
It stood there!
Never seraph spread a pinion
Over fabric half so fair!"
2:50
"Banners yellow, glorious, golden,
On its roof did float and flow
(This-all this-was in the olden
Time long ago)
And every gentle air that dallied,
In that sweet day,
Along the ramparts plumed and pallid,
A wingèd odor went away.
Wanderers in that happy valley,
Through two luminous windows, saw
Spirits moving musically
To a lute’s well-tunèd law,
Round about a throne where, sitting,
Porphyrogene!
In state his glory well befitting,
The ruler of the realm was seen."
4:26
"And all with pearl and ruby glowing
Was the fair palace door,
Through which came flowing, flowing, flowing
And sparkling evermore,
A troop of Echoes, whose sweet duty
Was but to sing,
In voices of surpassing beauty,
The wit and wisdom of their king."
6:38
"But evil things, in robes of sorrow,
Assailed the monarch’s high estate;
(Ah, let us mourn!-for never morrow
Shall dawn upon him, desolate!)
And round about his home the glory
That blushed and bloomed
Is but a dim-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.
And travellers, now, within that valley,
Through the red-litten windows see
Vast forms that move fantastically
To a discordant melody;
While, like a ghastly rapid river,
Through the pale door
A hideous throng rush out forever,
And laugh-but smile no more."
live laugh love mathias
i wonder... do you still regret making the title as long as it is?
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